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"You gonna stick by me?"

"Maybe…."

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I lifted up onto my elbows, grinning at Dom, satisfied but still wanting more. "You wanna fuck me on the table…?" I asked, licking my lips. Dom was still usually so fucking careful with me, even after two years together…this was a new side of him.

"Yeah… if you want hard and fast," he growled, nipping at my hip, lightly licking afterwards. "Or we can move things upstairs if you want it slow…."

I swear, I was practically purring…Dom's always been able to get that kind of reaction out of me, and not just through fucking. Whenever his attention's focused on me, it's like…I can't even describe it. Like nothing else matters but me and him. Like nothing else even exists. Just us, and everything's fucking perfect.

"Want it hard now and slow later…" I finally answered, smirking at him as he leaned down to kiss me, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"You wanna help me out with these pants, then?" he asked, pulling me up into a sitting position.

I just groaned against his mouth, still kissing him as I reached for his fly, undoing his pants without even looking. Finally, his pants and boxers were down around his ankles and my fingers were teasing his dick, wandering over the head, stroking the underside.

"Over…" he grunted, gently pushing me to the position he wanted me in, face down on the table, my legs hanging over the edge. I could feel his dick, hard and hot, against my inner thighs before it was rubbing against my heat, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, bumping against my clit.

"Please…" I groaned, trying to push myself closer to him, "please don't tease me anymore, Dom…."

The next thing I knew, I was being filled by his dick, his chest pressed against my back, lips sucking at my shoulder. He didn't give me any time to adjust at all, just started pounding away, hard and fast. My back arched almost involuntarily, searching for just a little more…. I started moaning, low in my throat, when his arm hooked around my leg, his fingers finding my clit and slowly, softly stroking. I squirmed, my whole body inflamed, desperate for release again, getting louder and louder. "Dominic…" I panted, my voice raw, "so fucking good…don't stop…please don't stop…."

His only answer was his teeth, lightly biting into the meat of my shoulder, his dick slamming into me harder, rubbing my hips against the edge of the table so hard I had bruises for a week, his fingers moving faster against my clit. I was reduced to one single desire, and then it was being met, my entire body tightening and shaking as I screamed through my release. I collapsed onto the table, panting, but he wasn't done. Sometimes I think Dom likes to make a game out of seeing how many times he can make me come before he goes…like I'm a video game that keeps track of highest scores or something.

Dom growled against my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and then he was gone, the chill of the air conditioner sending chills down my back. His hands moved to my hips, and I was pulled just a little further off the table, hands scrabbling for something to help keep my balance, finally giving up, trusting that Dom wouldn't let me fall on the floor on my face. The quick, rhythmic sound of his balls slapping against my clit, the feel of him stroking into me, was enough to push me towards release again. My body trembled as I cursed under my breath, and I swore I could hear him laughing behind me. Yeah, like I said…fucker's real damned proud of himself every time he makes me come. Not that I'm complaining, not even close. I know I'm damned lucky that the man I'm in love with knows how to work my body so well.

Finally, I started hearing him grunting, the only signal I ever get that Dom's on the verge of release. I always tell him it's no fair…he makes me scream and I can barely tell when he gets off, he's so fucking quiet. He pushed further into me, his dick felt even bigger, harder, and then I was filled with warmth. I sighed, perfectly content, until I felt him starting to pull out. I looked back over my shoulder at him, ready to complain – I wasn't nearly ready to feel him leaving my body yet.

Next thing I knew, though, I was on my back and being filled again as Dom leaned over me, kissing me softly, teasing my lips with his tongue. "I love you, Lett…" he mumbled, and I opened my mouth to him, deepening the kiss. My arms and legs wrapped around Dom, holding myself as close as possible to him even though my muscles quickly started screaming in protest.

"What…you want more already?" Dom asked, laughing, his hands stroking my thighs, hoisting me up into a sitting position.

"Maybe gimme a few minutes," I laughed, a little breathless, still reveling in the pleasure of the orgasms he'd given me. "You going for a record or something…?"

He shrugged, leaning in and nuzzling at my neck. "Figure an eighteenth birthday means eighteen orgasms, right…?"

"Are you trying to kill me, man?" I asked, laughing in delight, my body already starting to tingle again.